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𓆩♡𓆪 k | '01 | multi | writer

[eidelweisshm]

Welcome!

Hi! I am K,  22 y/o (’01 liner), she/her.

I love to write <3 My works are sfw although I do have works that might be nsfw (which will be stated if there is mature themes, so minors dni)

About me: carrd 

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I don't have scheduled posting (I post my works very randomly or whenever I feel like it lol)

I write both in english and filipino (so there may be works that contain filipino)

[guhitgab]

I love Maharani so much 🥲

Vocals 💯 Choreo 💯 MV 💯

Thyro Alfaro & Alamat are a match made in RnB heaven imho 🤎

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Ladies and gentlemen, presenting ALAMAT.

This MV is rich in history not openly taught in history books regarding Filipino -American history.

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I love this video so much

[lxclerc]

𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐚𝐚𝟐𝟑

summary… the leclerc twins have a reputation of messing with drivers and they’ve got their eyes set on poor alex albon request… yes. pls let me sleep laura faceclaim… char argyrou pairing… alex albon x leclerc!reader

note… because laura graduated and got her driver’s license, i caved @coffeehurricanes

note again… this was surprisingly really fun to write as someone with my own annoying twin brother so it ended up longer than i meant it to which means this will have a part 2

part 1 | part 2

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yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc serving cunt (as always) (with my 3 fav minions)

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username yn casually and unknowingly dropping alex thirst traps

⤷ username she knows she’s feeding the alex girlies

charles_leclerc charles erasure

⤷ yn_leclerc you know youre my most fav (you have the most money)

⤷ charles_leclerc gee thanks

alex_albon i thought you’d put slime on my hair

⤷ yn_leclerc i told you i wouldn’t. i was trying to style your hair 🙄🙄🙄

⤷ alex_albon i have 0 trust in you

⤷ username alex is waiting for that mega prank like the rest of us are

⤷ username i’m fully convinced they’d make alex cry worse than lando

⤷ landonorris it was one time and they ruined my limited edition louis vuitton

⤷ yn_leclerc *accidentally*

⤷ charles_leclerc that i paid for

arthur_leclerc hanging out without me now

⤷ yn_leclerc you were too busy crying abt having no seat for next season 🤗

⤷ username one thing about yn is that she’ll always give her brothers the painful unfiltered truth

username ok but not enough people are talking abt shirtless alex

⤷ username no bc picture me this; shirtless alex, they’re alone and she’s fixing his hair

⤷ username …that does sound oddly intimate

⤷ username yall are tripping. she and arthur did the same thing to oscar and max remember, became super close with them then pranked them when they least expected it

⤷ username yes but also it’s been literal months with alex

⤷ username that just means that the prank will be spectacular

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc we are in badly need of your prayers for my twin sister, y/n 😓😞🙏

she’s fine. she’s just so insanely down bad for a man that she can’t say it to his face and needs me to follow them around so she can hang out with him bc she can’t look him in the eye.

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leclerc_pascale ay, arthur! J'ai eu peur pour ta sœur ! (you had me scared for your sister!)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Tu devrais avoir peur, maman ! Elle pleure cet homme tous les soirs et il ne sait même pas qu'elle l'aime. (you should be scared, mom! she cries over this man every night and he doesn’t even know she likes him)

⤷ yn_leclerc Taisez-vous ! !! fermez votre bouche ! arrêtez de parler ! (shut up!!! keep your mouth shut! stop talking!)

yn_leclerc you’re dead to me 🙂

yn_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕

yn_leclerc j'aurais dû te manger dans le ventre de ta mère (i should have eaten you in the womb)

yn_leclerc you no longer have a sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc Comment faire autrement pour flirter avec **** ? (how else will you flirt with ****?)

⤷ yn_leclerc TAISEZ-VOUS !!! (SHUT UP!!!)

charles_leclerc a man, huh?

⤷ lorenzotl 🤔🤔🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ username she gives no fucks 😭

username what are brothers for if not to publicly humiliate you?

username she’s so me coded actually

alex_albon prayers 🙏

⤷ arthur_leclerc thanks, mate. we appreciate it

alexandrasaintmleux and if i speak

⤷ yn_leclerc alexandra malena saint mleux don’t you dare

⤷ charles_leclerc you know too???

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐🤐🤐

username she’s like me bless

username for a M*N??

alex_albon

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alex_albon was just trying to buy midnight snacks and then we got lost

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yn_leclerc we didn’t get lost bc i had a map 😁

⤷ alex_albon that you didn’t know how to use

⤷ yn_leclerc you weren’t exactly offering your map reading knowledge either, albono

⤷ alex_albon watching you struggle was adorable

⤷ username HE CALLED HER ADORABLE

⤷ username idc what anyone says, i am an ynalex truther

arthur_leclerc i was there too, guys

⤷ yn_leclerc you complained the entire time

⤷ arthur_leclerc because you woke me up to accompany you guys

charles_leclerc why is there a puddle on the floor?

⤷ yn_leclerc alex dropped one of the ten liters big water bottle

⤷ alex_albon lies. y/n dropped it and i had to say i did because she looked like she’s about to start crying.

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, that sounds like my sister

username alex, don’t trust them or else they’ll make you cry like they did lando

⤷ username we’re looking out for you 😭

georgerussell63 mate, don’t be getting comfortable with those two

⤷ yn_leclerc slander

⤷ arthur_leclerc fake

⤷ georgerussell63 you put a rat in my cereal

⤷ arthur_leclerc *plastic* rat

⤷ georgerussell63 i dropped and cracked my phone

⤷ yn_leclerc sounds like you were being clumsy 💁‍♀️

username george is forever traumatised by that rat

username hear me out 👀

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc thirst trapping bc posting on my close friend that only has him in it isn’t enough apparently

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username she is so me!!!

username doesn’t matter how famous or pretty you are, you’ll always have an instagram close friends with only him in it

logansargeant i saw your close friends story on ****’s phone a few days ago 🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc why were you looking over his phone you muppet?

⤷ logansargeant i just happened to glance by

⤷ username it’s alex. i’m fucking telling you all. ITS ALEX

⤷ username there’s literally no way it’s not alex

⤷ username it could be oscar

⤷ username bitch since when was o s c a r four letters?

⤷ username jack is four letters. they could be trying to throw us off

⤷ username JUST ACCEPT THAT ITS ALEX

charles_leclerc put a shirt on

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc 😡😡😡

⤷ username she’s always so unserious when it comes to charles lmao

arthur_leclerc abt to bleach my eyes brb

⤷ lorenzotl pass it over after

⤷ charles_leclerc pass it here too

⤷ yn_leclerc i could build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me 💁‍♀️

username those leclerc genes are leclercing

username girl get the hell up 😭😭

charles_leclerc added to his story!

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc in the 1500s off in a foreign land, i was forced to marry another man (he can’t take the hint that i’ve been in love with him for years now)

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username whoever he is, please just ask her out already 😭

username girl, i’ve said this before but for the love of god get the hell up!!! you are better than this!

⤷ yn_leclerc i fear i’m not, bff 😔

⤷ username man down 😓

logansargeant i’m telling you rn that he’s as in love with you!

⤷ yn_leclerc did he tell you that 🤨

⤷ logansargeant no but he wouldn’t have put up with for this long if he doesn’t

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s put up with you for an entire year

⤷ logansargeant yes but he’s paid to put up with me

⤷ username this is all the confirmation that i need. it’s alex

username take the goddamn hint already @alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHO IS IT

⤷ lorenzotl it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

⤷ charles_leclerc okay but whoooooo

⤷ username charles is worse than alex 😭

arthur_leclerc this is getting pathetic. @alex_albon it’s you mate. she likes you, you like her. kiss it out 🙄

⤷ yn_leclerc ARTHURRRRRRRRR

⤷ username arthur 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

username arthur starting chaos bc hes so tired of listening to y/n mope 😭

username arthur revealing y/n’s crush and publicly embarrassing her (again), charles being shocked not having a single clue and lorenzo not caring as much is peak brother behaviors in ways i cannot explain

username i fucking told yall its alex

landonorris mate dont leave a lady waiting @alex_albon

⤷ oscarpiastri yeahhh

⤷ yn_leclerc both of you shut the hell up before i replace your shampoo with nair

⤷ landonorris how would you even have access to my shampoo-

⤷ oscarpiastri don’t ask mate. she’s done it before to dennis in f3

username paging @alex_albon

username @alex_albon dont fucking fumble a bad bitch like her come on now

alex_albon oh?

⤷ yn_leclerc public announcement that y/n y/m/n leclerc has died in a ditch and cannot be contacted at this hour. or ever.

⤷ alex_albon i know where you live

⤷ yn_leclerc locking the doors and putting salt around the property as we speak

happy birthday and congratulations to my most loved laura. i love and adore you and i can’t wait to watch you be the woman that you’re always been capable of.

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from the start ⋆𖦹⋆｡˚⋆ฺ || pt. 2

pairing: oscar piastri x childhood friend! reader summary: when you show up to your first day of work experience at McLaren, you're greeted by a friendly face and a whirlwind of old emotions warnings: angst!! but not much else w/c: 2.6k

a/n: its finally here, after almost a whole month !! sorry it took me so long (i have no excuse i'm just lazy and was kind of intimidated on how to start on a pt2 for this) but thank you for all the love on pt1 !!! i hope this part lives up to it <33

you can read pt 1 here !!

Oscar Piastri has never failed to be a pain in your ass. 

Ever since the day you two met, by being put in the same class in year 3, he’s bugged you. Through no fault of his own though, he had never been anything but polite and kind and all other things most boys his age weren’t. 

But maybe it was just that that had bugged you so much about him - the fact that, unlike every other boy you knew, there was nothing to hate about Oscar. Nothing but the sickly sweet feeling you felt brewing in your stomach whenever you walked into class to notice you had been assigned a seat next to him. Whenever his arm brushed up against yours, whenever he let you borrow his hat when you forgot yours without any protest. Because he shouldn’t have been so nice to you, he should’ve been teasing you and yanking your hair and the fact that he wasn’t was extremely confusing to your young brain - the very brain that had understood long division faster than anyone in your class. 

Yet, it seemed like Oscar was one problem you could never quite figure out. Of course, by nature, the two of you couldn’t have been more different. He tended to keep to himself whereas you were on the outgoing side. He preferred books and writing whereas maths and science had been your strong suit He spent almost every afternoon training for his racing, whereas your coordination was poor at best and a danger to those around you at worst. The two of you even swam in entirely different social circles. 

This was why, when being just ‘classmates’ eventually blossomed into something more closely resembling a friendship, your confusion only grew. Because you still could never quite understand him - or perhaps it was more accurate to say you never understood the way he made you feel. 

Most of the time you spent together was outside of class, afternoons and weekends, made easier by the fact you two lived fairly close, meaning walking home after school together didn’t seem unusual. It was on these after-school walls in particular, that you finally got a glimpse into the riddle that was Oscar. 

Over weeks, months, years, you watched him unfold in front of you as conversations about his favourite TV shows, his racing and his future became routine, accompanied by the soft buzzing of mosquitoes on sunny days. You spoke too of course, about things you were interested in, but his passion always seemed to outshine yours. 

These conversations were so mundane that you almost didn’t realise how your feelings had changed until they were staring you right in the face. You remember it so distinctly though, the afternoon when you finally realised you were in love with him. The realisation had come crashing down on you, suffocating you, the moment he flashed you a smile, this one in particular sending you through a flurry of emotions. You remembered how you had rushed home and splashed your face with water in the kitchen sink, while panting heavily. How you had mumbled it to yourself - “I like Oscar.” - a thousand times just to be sure it was true. But also how you had vowed to never tell anyone, especially not him. 

In your mind though, you’re still there on those sticky hot afternoons. When you would watch him, cheeks flushed and hands moving in a flurry as he explained the inner workings of his kart to you, too engrossed to notice the sparkle in your own eyes or the fact that your heart rate had quickened to a concerning pace. To notice you slowly understanding why so many girls in your class had crushes on him. You would’ve watched him talk forever, if you could. 

In your mind, the two of you are still friends and you’re still able to have your silly little crush on him without feeling an entire world of guilt on your shoulders. In your mind you’re not sitting across from him at an employee meeting, trying your best to avoid eye contact with him and focus, instead, on what one of your superior engineers is talking about. 

But of course, given your luck, you’re not in your mind - as the universe seems to keep reminding you so cruelly - as your attempt to avoid eye contact with him fails. It’s not your fault though, he’s the one who keeps glancing over at you, which you’ve been trying your best to pretend you hadn’t noticed. But you can’t help that his eyes are so round, and the morning light is hitting them at just the right angle causing a slight sparkle that’s almost impossible not to be enamoured by. And so you don’t even notice when you lock eyes with him. 

But your superior does. 

“And so that’s why I think we should switch to this new strategy, wh- Oscar, will you please stop making goo-goo eyes at the newbie, thank you.” 

Cue Oscar breaking into that irritatingly charming smile, the entire meeting room erupting into stifled laughter and that hot red feeling in your cheeks that you’ve now become used to. You bite your lip hard, looking down to hide your embarrassment but also the ridiculously goofy smile spreading across your face - maybe because you don’t want to come across as unprofessional when you’ve been working here for only a month now, or maybe because you don’t want Oscar to know he’s getting to you. 

Because he is, as much as you want to pretend he isn’t. It only makes it worse that he seems to have developed an awareness of it over the past couple of weeks you two have shared as co-workers. He’s yet to pass by you without flashing a cheeky smile, one hinting at more than just politeness, or asking for your opinion specifically whenever he’s getting briefed on the upcoming car model. It doesn’t help that he has your number now, and can contact you even outside of work hours, which you’re sure is violating some company policy though you haven’t been bothered to check which. 

And then there’s the car rides home. Which, you know, you should stop accepting by now and just grow up and catch the train. But there’s something about it - spending quiet afternoons with him in the privacy of his car, exhausted from an entire day of pretending to not know each other as well as you actually do - that you find an odd sense of comfort in. One that fills you with guilt no doubt, but if guilt is the price for getting to relive your childhood afternoons with him, you’ll pay it happily. 

It seems he doesn’t mind either. At first, you were worried it might come across as you taking advantage of him, your place wasn’t on the way to his and if anything it was more of an inconvenience to him, worries you had voiced repeatedly. Yet, he made it clear it didn’t bother him as the two of you soon fell into an all-too-familiar routine. One that involved quiet afternoons and lighthearted conversations. 

But even so, there seemed to be times when he would choose to break this routine. And it almost always felt like he was doing so to get a rise out of you. Which was what he seemed to be doing when, on this particular afternoon, he had broken the comfortable silence you had grown to find respite in. 

“So, why did you stop talking to me after I left?” 

To say his question catches you off guard is an understatement. You feel your body tense up and an almost instinctual desire to make light of this situation causes you to let out a scoff which you hope he understands less as ‘Why are you asking me this?’ and more as ‘Why are you asking me this now?’ 

But he doesn’t seem to take it as either, turning his head from the road for a split second to gauge your expression - which is equal parts bewildered and flustered - and make it clear he’s expecting an actual answer. 

“Are you serious?” is all you can muster up, your tone alone conveying your desire to talk about anything other than this. You think though, about how it’s been almost a month since you two became coworkers, so maybe it is time to dig out the dirty laundry and air it out. Even if that means pushing through what you’re expecting to be an insanely awkward conversation, with nowhere to escape to as you speed down the highway and the walls of Oscar’s car start to feel more suffocating than you’ve ever noticed. 

“Yeah,” he laughs, almost as if he can’t believe you, “I mean, sorry, I probably should’ve prefaced it with something but I’ve always been a little straightforward like that.” “Trust me, I know,” you sigh, images of girls running past you on the verge of tears after he turned down their childish love letters or saw through their facades flashing through your head.

“I’ve just,” he starts, pauses, then rethinks, “I haven’t stopped wondering why. I mean, we were such great friends, at least I think we were, but then one day it all just stopped?” 

You feel your defensiveness lessen a little at hearing how worked up he’s getting over it. He’s tumbling over his words, something you’ve rarely seen him do, especially while driving. Even so, you can tell he’s trying his best to keep his tone lighthearted, by finishing off his ramble with an exasperated laugh, so dry it almost sounds painful. 

But that doesn’t make you want to open up to him anymore. Honestly, you can’t believe him when he says he hasn’t stopped wondering because surely after all this time he would’ve realised. Realised why, on that cold night on which you two stayed late at the race track, later than your mother would’ve ever let you stay out, why you had said the things you’d said. Why you’d looked him in the eyes, your own blurred with tears, after he broke the news to you that he’d be leaving for Europe in less than a week. Why you’d stormed off alone, even though the rain was the heaviest it would be all year and you didn’t have an umbrella. Why the nickname 'Pip', which had always caused a buzzing feeling in your heart, instead stung as he called after you over the sound of the rain.  

“You really never understood, huh.” you finally say, coming off a little more cynical than you’d intended but not so cynical that it betrays your emotions. Because above all you just feel stupid. Stupid for thinking he understood it that night, and even stupider for the fact he’s continued to think about it all this time, and still doesn’t understand.  You let out another weak laugh and notice his brows furrow in confusion in the car mirror. 

“Oh come on, don’t pull that ‘nobody understands me’ card now. I’m literally asking you to explain it to me,” he sounds almost desperate and you almost feel bad. Your mind is backflipping between just blurting everything out to him then and there, or throwing yourself out the car window. Considering that you need all your bones intact in order to complete your work experience term, you choose against the second one. 

“Do you remember, when that little blonde girl in our class finally worked up the courage to tell you she had a crush on you?” 

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah, Anna right?” You don’t know whether you find it adorable or even more painful that he remembers her name. 

“Yeah, her. And how after you rejected her, she was inconsolable for the rest of the day?” 

Silence, he doesn’t seem to have remembered that part. 

“Well, I was one of the first people she spoke to after and do you want to know what she told me?” 

He’s still silent, but you take this as a signal to continue. 

“She told me that I was lucky I was just your friend because it was the only way I would ever get to stick around you.” 

As soon as you say this, you feel a weight lift off of your shoulders, and you let out a small, sort of surprised exhale, at how relieving it feels. That is until you turn to see Oscar’s expression, still extremely confused and now a little shocked. But you aren’t done. 

“And I guess her saying that only solidified what I had known for so long, that I could never tell you the truth.” He looks up, eyes looking so endearingly lost that it almost hurts you to say what you’ve been dying to say, not just since this conversation or even your work experience started, but for almost a decade. “I loved you, Oscar.” 

His brows unfurl themselves from the tangle he’s knotted them into as things slowly start to make sense to him. Why you had pulled back so quickly whenever he would move closer, why your face always felt hot to his touch, why he had caught you staring at him with a dazed look more times than he could count. 

He gets it now. His brows unfurl themselves from the tangle he’s shoved them into as things slowly start to make sense to him. Why you had pulled back so quickly whenever he would move closer, why your face always felt hot to his touch, why he had caught you staring at him with a dazed look more times than he could count. 

“Then why,” the leather of the steering wheel squeaks under his grip, “Why didn’t you-” 

“Tell you?”

“Keep in touch?” He sounds so hurt, you feel your heart leap forward in your chest. You start to consider, for the first time since the night you left him, the possibility that maybe your decision not to contact him had more than just a negative effect on yourself. 

“Because, Oscar,” you say his name and it sounds almost like a plea for him to just listen to you, “because I knew what Anna said was right. That if I had told you, or if we had kept in touch long enough until I would’ve felt the need to tell you, I would’ve lost you.” 

Silence fills the air. He’s turned his attention back to the road, just as he begins to turn into your street. You continue. 

“Because I kept that secret for so long, and as much it hurt me, I ended up still losing you.” You swallow hard as you hear your voice start to waver. The car comes to a stop, he’s finally reached your house after what seems like an eternity. 

“I’m sorry …” he begins, but you aren’t really in the mood to hear his apologies, not when they’re a decade too late. 

“Don’t bother, it’s alright.” You bring a hand up to wipe your tears but before you can you feel his hands instead. His thumb swipes along your cheek to dry them, the soft look in his eyes and the way he’s leaning in making you feel suddenly far too vulnerable for your own liking. 

“I, uhm,” you jerk backwards awkwardly, “I should go, thanks for the ride, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

Before you can hear his answer you’re already stepping out of his car, not having the strength to look back. Because you know no matter what expression he has painted across his face, it’s not going to let you take back any of what you’ve just revealed to him, or fix the sudden wave of emotions you’re struggling to deal with as you hear him drive away. 

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[theemporium]

[3k] too many shots and a bet leads to a very interesting night out. it's just a shame neither of them can remember it and the whole world is discovering the details alongside with them.

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RING! RING!

The first thing you were painfully aware of was the annoying shrill of your phone echoing from some distant corner of the room. 

RING! RING!

The second thing was the fact you had forgotten to close the blinds last night, meaning the blinding rays of the Nevada sun were doing their best job in dragging you out of your comforting slumber like irritating parasites. 

RING! RING!

And the third thing was that whoever was trying to call you was seemingly very insistent to get in contact with you, if the three calls in a row (that you were so far aware of) were anything to go by.

RING! RING!

“Oh my god,” you groaned as you pulled the edges of the pillow over your ears, hoping it would muffle the ringing shrills. But when the phone continued to ring and the noise only seemed to get louder, you were forced to throw your hand out and blindly try to grasp the cursed device in hopes of making the noise stop. 

Your fingers wrapped around the buzzing phone, your eyes still firmly kept shut as you kept tapping the screen until the ringing stopped before you brought it to your ear. “You better have a good fucking reason for calling me.”

“I hope you are doing something you enjoy.”

You frowned, your brain taking a few moments to process the voice coming through. “Arthur?” 

“Like, I hope you are fulfilling your lifelong wish right now.” 

“What the fuck are you on about?” You grumbled, exhaustion hitting your body just as badly as the rays of sunlight shining through the open blinds were. “It’s too early for your riddles.”

“I am just saying that I think you should be doing something you love before Charles kills you.” 

You let out a non-committing hum. “And why would he kill me?” 

“Many reasons but I think getting married in Vegas last night is easily the top of the list right now.”

Your eyes shot open when you heard the words leave Arthur’s mouth. It felt like ice had doused your entire body as you quickly sat up in the hotel bed, now painfully aware of the pounding headache that only tequila could give you. 

“WHAT?”

“Congrats, by the way. I do pity the poor guy you locked up though.” 

Now painfully aware of the situation, your eyes grabbing onto any detail that would hopefully prove your brother wrong. Unfortunately, all you seemed to find was evidence that he was telling the truth if the white dress, the horribly large costume jewelry ring on your finger and the abandoned veil with ‘NEW BRIDE’ on the floor were anything to go by. 

“Oh my fucking god,” you breathed out, feeling though as you were going to empty your stomach’s contents any moment now. “How do you know? Why didn’t you stop me?!” 

“I wasn’t with you! I just opened Twitter and found pictures of my sister outside a wedding chapel and all over some random guy!”

“I married a stranger,” you hissed out, your lips parting in shock. Tequila made you do many questionable things, but even this was bad for you. 

“He’s your husband, it’s a bit offensive to call him a stranger.”

“Arthur, I swear to god—” You cut yourself off as your eyes fell on the large lump in the bed next to you. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realise it was another human. It took you even longer to tear your eyes away from the cheap suit he was wearing before you looked up at his face. “Oh my fucking god.”

“What?”

“Charles is going to kill me,” you breathed out, your heart pounding like it was lodged in your throat. 

“Yes, we established that when I called you—”

“Charles is going to kill me when he finds out I married Max,” you continued, lost in your own daze that you barely acknowledge your spluttering brother on the other side of the phone.

“YOU MARRIED MAX VERSTAPPEN?!” 

Unfortunately for Arthur’s sake, you quickly hung up the phone. You could barely process the fact the Dutch driver was currently passed out on the bed next to you, let alone doing so with your brother screeching in your ear the whole time. The phone was abandoned on the bed as you stared at the Dutchman, your brain working on overdrive as you tried to work out what to do next. 

So, you did what any reasonable person would do and shoved him off the bed. 

“OW!” 

You froze for a moment before you crawled over to the other side of the bed, peaking over the edge and down at Max who was currently groaning on the floor from his impromptu wake up call. 

“What the fuck was that about?” He grumbled, blinking a few times before he realised who was hovering over him. “What the fuck are you doing in my hotel room?” 

“This is actually my hotel room,” you replied. 

“Oh,” he muttered. “Then, what the fuck am I doing in your hotel room?”

“Well, it’s what a married couple do,” you commented. 

Max’s brows furrowed together. “What?”

You lifted your left hand, the ring now on display and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head before the realisation hit him. “Do you think this counts as our honeymoon?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

...

...

“How did this happen?” 

“Tequila,” you muttered with your nose scrunched in disgust as you watched the Dutchman begin to pace the hotel room. If you cared enough, you would be concerned about him wearing down the carpet. Though as of the current moment, your priorities were currently elsewhere. 

Max turned to look down at the certificate he had found stranded beside your veil on the floor, your names and signatures clearly printed on the piece of paper—which took out the small piece of hope that this was just some elaborate prank set up by Arthur.

“How did we get that drunk though?” Max questioned, his brows furrowed together. If he wasn’t so confused, he would be more embarrassed at the fact he clearly couldn’t handle his alcohol as well as he once could. 

“Well, it’s your fault,” you commented casually, which had the boy whirling around to face you. 

“How is this my fault?” Max scoffed.

“You made the bet!” 

Max’s frown deepened. “What bet?”

“At the hotel bar,” you stated like it was a basic fact he should have remembered. “When I bumped into you—”

“We bumped into each other,” Max chided. 

“—you were the one to suggest shots,” you pointed out.

Max gave you a look. “How is that a bet?” 

“Because you said I couldn’t outdrink you. I said you would be a sore loser. And then you bought us ten shots each.” 

He blinked. “Huh.” 

“I’m pretty sure it was also your idea to go to another bar afterwards when we got kicked out the hotel bar,” you said in a sing-song voice.

Max scoffed. “Absolutely not. You were the one that said only losers go to bed after one bar.” 

You shrugged. “I stand by it.”

Max let out a laugh, a little breathless like he was trying to hide it. He shook his head, glancing down at the certificate one more time before shrugging. “It’s not really that bad, to be honest. A bit embarrassing, but what people don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Your expression turned sheepish. “About that…”

“Who knows?” He asked in a blunt voice. 

“Well, Arthur knows,” you started. 

“That’s not that bad,” Max scoffed, his shoulders relaxing. “Wait. Charles doesn’t know, does he?”

“Not yet,” you said before quickly continuing. “But he probably will because the paparazzi caught us last night and now the pictures are all over the internet.” 

Max blinked. “AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO START WITH THAT?” 

“You’re grumpy when you wake up!” You defended, watching as the boy rolled his eyes at you.

“The whole world thinks we are married!” Max countered before sputtering out a laugh. “Well, we are married. Or we aren’t. I’m still not totally sure but I don’t need your brother chopping off my balls over it!”

“He wouldn’t!”

Max shot you a look.

“Okay, he would,” you grimaced before giving him a shaky smile. “But he doesn’t know yet so we should be in the clear—”

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

...

...

“Okay, I have good news and bad news.” 

Max looked at you expectantly. “And?” 

“Bad news: Charles now knows,” you said with a shaky smile. “Good news: he doesn’t know it’s you!” 

Max pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to rub soothing circles. “Fucking hell.” 

“But also bad news: he is coming here right now as we speak so we should probably—” You started, fully set on grabbing what you needed and hiding out somewhere else in the hotel until Charles calmed down. However, your plans were put on hold when you heard a groan from the bathroom. 

“CAN YOU BOTH PLEASE SHUT UP?”

Your gaze caught Max’s as you stared at each other, both with expressions mixed between confusion and surprise. A few seconds passed before you were both clambering off the bed, heading towards the bathroom where you threw the door open and scrambled to turn on the light before you both froze in the doorway at the sight in front of you.

“Now that was unnecessary.” 

You gaped at the sight of Yuki curled up in the bathtub, dressed in a similar looking suit to the one Max was wearing along with what you were certain was the shower curtain placed over him like a blanket. He had a pillow behind his head and sunglasses over his eyes, and for all intents and purposes, he looked fairly comfortable. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. “I married two drivers last night?!”

“I hope you at least married me before Yuki,” Max grumbled, only to let out a small wince when you elbowed him. “God, you’re a difficult wife.” 

“Kinda going through something,” you snapped back before your eyes moved back to the Japanese driver. “I can’t believe I married you and Yuki.”

The driver in the tub let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. “Please, you didn’t marry me. You’re not my type.”

You blinked, unsure whether or not you should have been offended by his comment. 

“The ring on your finger says otherwise, mate,” Max commented, the ring a matching one with the one that was currently on your left hand.

“I married someone but not you,” Yuki said as he waved you off, nuzzling his face back into the pillow. “And our wedding was much classier than yours.”

“I—” You frowned. “You remember?” 

“Yeah, you said you wanted witnesses,” Yuki grumbled, bringing the shower curtain up until it was tucked under his chin. “You also dragged Lando out so he would take your photos.” 

Max gaped. “Lando was there? Lando knows?!” 

“Yes, now can you please go bother him?” Yuki muttered under his breath. “And turn the lights off as you leave. Only wake me up when you order food.” 

...

...

“Don’t make me an accomplice in your crimes.” 

“Shut up and let us in.” 

You weren’t surprised to find that Lando and Logan were already in the room, both with looks of amusement on their faces as they watched you and Max wander in—still dressed in your wedding clothes from the night before. 

You wanted to slap the smug looks off their face. 

“Is it really a good idea to hide here?” Max asked as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling as though the headache pounding through his head had nothing to do with the alcohol he consumed last night and more to do with the mess you both had created.

“It buys us time,” you insisted. 

“On the chance that Arthur doesn’t rat you out,” Logan added. 

“You told Arthur where I was?” Your eyes widened before you turned to look at Oscar. “Do you want me dead?” 

“You know, something about the way you’re wording that makes me feel like it’s a trick question,” Oscar commented with a suspicious look on his face.

“Oh my god, I’m going to die today,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. 

“It’s kinda romantic that you guys will die together,” Lando chimed in as he grinned between you and Max. 

“If I survive today, I’m going to run you over,” Max threatened with a strained smile on his lips.

Lando snorted, shrugging. “Yeah but the chances of that happening are low so…”

“Your brother doesn’t even know my room number,” Oscar pointed out. “It will take him ages to convince the desk to give it to him or even hunt—” 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“This is what English teachers meant when they taught us poetic irony,” Lando laughed, all giddy and happy.

“Like you paid attention,” you grumbled, eyes narrowing on the boy before you turned back to the door. “Don’t answer it.” 

Oscar’s eyes widened. “I can’t not answer it.” 

“Yes, you can,” you said bluntly. “Just don't open the door.”

“He knows we are in here,” he hissed. 

“We don’t know that for sure.” 

“OPEN UP! I CAN HEAR YOU! SOMEONE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD—” 

“Even more reason not to open the door,” you said, pressing your lips together to hide the wince that you wanted to let out as Charles thumped on the door again. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Max grumbled as he quickly stood up, ignoring your pleas to just pretend your brother didn’t exist. He reached the door, yanked it open and braced himself for the wrath of an angry Charles Leclerc.

Much to his surprise, the Monegasque barged straight past him and headed straight for Oscar instead. 

“You!” Charles gritted out through clenched teeth as he reached to grab Oscar’s collar, firsting the material in his hands. “What do you have to say to yourself?” 

Oscar’s eyes widened as Charles backed him into a wall. “What?!” 

“Marrying my sister in Vegas? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Charles continued. 

It didn’t take long for Lando to descend into a fit of giggles, practically on the floor if it weren’t for the fact Logan was keeping him on the bed. Somewhere still standing by the door, Arthur stood with an amused look on his face that only grew wider when he saw your confused and shocked expression too. 

“I didn’t marry your sister!” Oscar said to him, trying to push the boy away but he was latched on tightly. “I was literally in bed by nine!”

“Loser,” Logan grumbled under his breath.

Charles faltered, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What?”

“I wasn’t the guy to marry your sister,” Oscar repeated, finally managing to pull Charles’ hands off him. “I don’t think there is enough alcohol in the world for me to do that.”

“First Yuki and now him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“If you didn’t marry her, then who did?” Charles questioned. 

It was almost comical how quickly everyone turned to look at Max, who was still standing by the door and looked like he was contemplating just dashing out the room.

“You,” Charles muttered out, his eyes narrowing on the Dutchman. 

“In my defence,” Max started as he gave the boy a smile, though it didn’t seem as confident as he was hoping it would be. “I didn’t know I married her either.”

“I am right here,” you huffed. “Jesus Christ.” 

“I am going to—” 

“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing,” you jumped in, taking a step so you were blocking his line of vision of Max. “It’s just a…phoney, fake marriage. It’s not that big of a deal, Charles. People will forget by next weekend anyways.”

“Uh,” Logan cleared his throat. “It’s actually very legal all over the US and in some other places—”

“Shut up, Logan.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Charles narrowed his eyes on you. “You’re not allowed to marry him.”

“I already did,” you pointed out with a sheepish expression. 

“I don’t care.” 

“Charles,” you stepped towards him, though the boy still looked like he was contemplating parading into the paddock with Max’s head on a stick. “Charlie, please. Don’t do something stupid because you’re annoyed.” 

“I want to cut his dick off,” Charles told you.

“I know.”

“And you can no longer have alcohol unsupervised.”

“That’s a tad dramatic.” 

“And no consummating the marriage.”

“That would be difficult to do if you cut off his dick anyways.”

“Can we stop talking about my dick?” Max chimed in with his hands locked in front of him, almost protectively.

Charles sighed. “But I promise I won’t kill either of you. Today.” 

You grinned as you reached towards your brother, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.”

“You should tell Maman before she finds out through the internet,” he murmured, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Maybe shower first. You stink of tequila.”

“That would be kinda hard to do considering Yuki is currently asleep in my bathtub,” you commented. 

Charles opened his mouth to reply but just shook his head. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

“Good, because I don’t have answers,” you murmured with your lips turned down. “And he’s really snappy when you try to get them from him.” 

Charles snorted. 

“So, that’s it?” Lando suddenly spoke up from behind you both. “God, that was not worth getting out of bed for. I expected more drama.”

“I’m still pissed at you,” you told the Brit, who just grinned. 

“I’ll send you the photos later, don’t you worry,” he said like he didn’t just hear the words that left your mouth. “Maybe one of them will inspire angry Charles again.”

“Please don’t,” Max grumbled. 

“It won’t be necessary because we are finding a divorce lawyer,” Charles stated simply, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he began making his way to the door, nodding for Arthur to follow him. “Both of you get dressed. We are leaving in an hour.”

Both you and Max gaped at the boy, but he didn’t notice. 

“And someone take one for the team and wake up Yuki. I vote Lando.” 

Lando frowned. “Woah, wait a second–”

“ONE HOUR PEOPLE!!”

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AHHH I LOVE THIS!!! NOW I NEED A YUKI ONE 😭😭💗💗💗

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the cat sitter (part 8) ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x fem! reader

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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat

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Hello, I saw your requests are open.... if you feel like it and like the idea I'd like to see Japanese kpop idol reader x yuki where reader had been an idol for like 7 years and she's very private like when someone asks about her TMI she's just like i bought this shirt on sale 😐 so when she was asked in an interview if she watches any sports or stuff her members sort of out her for being an f1 fan and then her group gets invited to a race where her and yuki get spotted standing a bit too close (nothing couple worthy but they did look suspicious)... ensure f1 and her fans on twitter being in flames where a lot of her fans are like, lol no I refuse to believe we might lose our queen to a guy that goes vroom vroom but it just gets quite after that so no one thinks about it until a picture of them kissing gets out and people are like I waited three and a half years, Asian man did it in one week only for her company to announce that they had known each other since childhood and they are childhood sweethearts with a 10 year history and like the whole f1 grid being like yuki! You had a girlfriend this entire time

So sorry if this is too specific, if you don't like it you can just skip the request 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART ONE)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — thank you anon for the request!!! it was so cute i spent the whole day absolutely going ham on this fic, which is why it's... so.... so long.... i also changed some details but they're very very minor. hope i did your request justice, and enjoy!

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by anon 🙈 SPOTTED! After the Yuki Tsunoda and an unknown woman (could it be the same girl from Suzuka?) seen entering the driver’s hotel lift together. The pair were clad in matching outfits. According to anon, the woman had a mask over her face and “looked like she didn’t want to be recognised”. 🤔 Who could this mystery woman be?

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miradrivescars  THEYRE IN MATCHING OUTFITS 😭😭😭

ynsserafim  someone find where y/n is QUICK

isaluvsyn  they just finished their world tour right?? i think their last stop was in dubai channieslix  that was like 3 weeks ago babe im sure y/n is looooong gone and back in korea by now LOL

bitemelando  it’s the same hat as the one in the suzuka picture so it’s probably the same girl

verstrappon  yall gotta chill it’s just a regular schmegular black cap damn 🤣

minimumverstappen  kpop twt is gonna have a field day with this one lol

...to be continued !

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[eidelweisshm]

Letters to the boy who lives across | S.JY (Prologue)

Pairing: Jake Sim x female reader

Genre: fluff, romcom (attempt at comedy but the romance is there) Jake is "perfect" in the reader's pov, reader is clumsy (sometimes)

Warnings: I'm not that fluent in english so grammar may be off at times huhu i'm sorry

Summary: Having to live with your stepdad was not easy. Everything was new to you and for you, being in a new place was not good. You miss your friends in your old subdivision, in your old school, you miss your dad. But you love your mom so much that you can’t disobey her, even if you don’t like her having a new husband. You never thought that you'd meet anyone in your new subdivision, as it was really quiet, and no one seems to leave their homes. Not until you had an encounter with a cute guy that lives across from you. Days passed by, you could only observe him from afar. So you decided to write your feelings into letters. Those feelings were not necessarily romantic, but it started as a form of admiration. Of course, you would never let him know that you wrote him letters, that would be embarrassing. Not until she lost the bottle she put her letters in. Luck was never on your side as one day, the guy you write letters for is now in front of your house, a bottle in his hand. “Uhhh, did you read anything?” you asked. 

You scrambled through your messy room as you look for the glass bottle with pink rolled papers in it. "Where the fuck is that bottle!" you mentally screamed as you try your best not to make any noise that would concern your mom and your stepdad who were downstairs making breakfast.

What's so important about that bottle you may ask? Well it only contains approximately 20-30 letters that you wrote about the boy who lives across your house, whose name was Jake Sim. He goes to the same high school as you, your classmate as well, which makes it a lot easier for you to see him everyday. Which on the contrary, makes it harder for you to sort out your developing feelings for him.

Hence, the decision to write letters for him that contains your emotions, feelings, and a lot of things you wanted to say.

This was the only way for you to talk about your emotions since you don't really have anyone to open up to, and you feel that whatever this is you're going through isn't that deep. SO that's why you wrote those letters that will be NEVER sent to him.

But that might not be the case.

"Hey, honey!" you hear your mom shout from downstairs. "Can you take out the trash for me? Please."

Being the good daughter that you are, you obeyed your mother and hurriedly took care of the trash. But before going outside, you asked "Hey mom, have you seen a glass bottle laying around the house? The one filled with paper?"

"Hmm, not really... Why? Do you need a bottle?" she answered. You shook your head "No, it's nothing. Thanks though."

You opened the door and took the trash outside, but before you can completely step out of your house, a tall, brown haired boy was standing in front of you. To further describe him in detail, he was wearing a yellowish-brown colored flannel, black jeans, with a pair of sneakers, a backpack over his right shoulder, a bottle on his left hand.

A glass bottle to be exact, filled with pieces of pink paper, folded into little squares.

Oh my god you thought. oh my god indeed because the boy in front of you was none other than the boy himself, Jake Sim.

"Hey! Um, I think this may be yours..." He hands you the glass bottle and you shakily accepted them, but before you were able to full retrieve the bottle, you dropped it as you made contact with his hand. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" You hurriedly pick up the glass pieces shattered on the floor and tried to clean up but another unfortunate event, you felt a bit of blood ooze out from your finger as you had cut yourself from picking up the glass.

Jake hurriedly went over to you and held your hand. "I have a first aid kit with me, let me help you." You were about to refuse but he was quick to get the kit from his bag, and its not like you can move away as he held your hand tightly. He placed a band aid on your finger and offered to help you clean up.

After cleaning the shattered glass on your porch and collecting the pink paper that fell with it, both you and Jake were standing awkwardly, trashbag in your hand.

You faked a cough, trying to initiate a conversation. "So uhhh, Did you read anything?" you asked. He looked at you for a moment before shyly looking away. "Uhh, I-" But before he could answer, two other boys were shouting his name. "JAKEYY!! LET'S GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR PRACTICE!!"

He looks back at his friends who were in the car, before turning back to you. "I'm sorry, I have to go, I have basketball practice!" But before he full leaves you, he spoke "Oh and I didn't read anything." You sighed out of relief.

"Okay, I'm sorry that was a complete lie. I read one. I'm sorry."

And with that, he was out of your sight.

Oh fuck.

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It's been a while since my last fic that's why I decided to post this one! I'm sorry for being MIA. I hope you guys enjoy the fic! Please reblog and like if you like it!!! I'm also open for feedback and I appreciate your comments and feedback! Thank you!

[eidelweisshm]

oh wow... hi 😭

[asahicore]

we’ll always have this summer - psh (m)

this is the nsfw version (mdni) - here is the sfw version

pairing ↬ sunghoon x fem!reader (afab, she/her)

synopsis ↬ Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time of your life there, you soon find out that maybe the cold boy next door who doesn’t want to talk to you and loves horses might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life.

genre ↬ strangers to friends to lovers, city girl falls in love w country boy type beat, fluff, angst and smut, summer au

word count ↬ 25,727 (my longest yet woop)

warnings ↬ food, hoon is a horse nerd, parents arent always the greatest, smut so MDNI !!! (oral m and f receiving, lots of making out, sub!hoon x dom!reader, nicknames, slight praise kink, marking, vaginal penetration, outdoor sex) - tell me if i missed anyway

author’s note ↬ literally shitting my pants rn cause i havent posted anything in forever and i really hope this will do well and that you guys will like it !!!! i worked really really hard on this so please, please i cannot stress this enough please tell me what you think !! i love writing but i also need motivation to do it and your guys’ feedback is what keeps me going so even if its just a sentence or a keysmash pls give me a bit of feedback its what i live and breathe for. also, a huge thank you for 1300 followers !!! love you all lots and hope this has been worth the wait hehe

on another note, this is my entry to the @indigoseasons​ summer issue so please make sure to check out all the other works that will make up the circle’s first issue !! i’m personally super ecstatic to see what everyone came up with <33

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SUNGHOON WAS GOING to have a very normal, uneventful summer. He would take a very much needed break from his studies and take care of the equestrian center he lives in, letting his parents take a breather and enjoy their summer. He’d wake up early and do everything he needed to, then spend the afternoon on horseback or sleeping in a random field. It’d be a routine his body is used to and likes, and he’d be able to let his worries go for a while. That was until you came along.

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⌇ TO MY: LOVER ❤️‍🩹 — I’m a stupid idiot.

Riki groans as his eyes open, the sun blaring through the window and a heavy feeling on his chest.

A heavy feeling?!

Riki looks down, only to see his Jungwon hyung sleeping on his chest, snoring softly.

What a sight for sore eyes, though Nishimura Riki wonders why the hell they’re sleeping in the same bed. He doesn’t remember much from yesterday, all he remembers is the feeling of heartbreak and a mere image of Jungwon entering his room.

But everything else after is a blur.

“You’re up, Riki?” Jungwon lifts himself up from Riki’s chest, stretching and rubbing his eyes.

“Hyung, what happened last night?”

Suddenly Yang Jungwon is wide awake, as if somebody had thrown water balloons at him.

“You don’t remember?” Jungwon asks, secretly hurt inside.

“I don’t. I was too tired, ‘m sorry if you had to deal with that hyung, I hope I didn’t say stupid stuff to you.”

Stupid stuff. Jungwon thinks.

Maybe Nishimura Riki didn’t mean what he said. Maybe he was too heartbroken and tired to comprehend the intensity of his words.

That didn’t make it less hurtful for Jungwon, who, for a second, thought maybe Riki might’ve liked him.

“Right,” Jungwon frowns, getting up from the bed, “you’re welcome. It was nothing, anyways.”

“Wait hyung, where are you going?” Riki tries to pull the elder back, only to no avail.

“I’m going to freshen up and wake up the others,” Jungwon says, and then he’s gone—like a ghost.

Nishimura Riki doesn’t know why it hurts so much, seeing him go.

When Jungwon leaves Riki’s room, he bumps into Sunoo, who raises his eyebrows in suspicion.

“Don’t bother asking,” Jungwon says quickly, pushing past Sunoo, who only shrugs and continues on with his morning routine.

“By the way Wonie,” Sunoo pipes up, “Keiko wanted to see Riki, let him know that, alright? Him and I aren’t on the best terms.”

Him and I aren’t on the best either, Jungwon wants to say. But he nods anyways, because he’s the leader, and if he lets his emotions get in the way, it’d ruin the group.

Yang Jungwon tears up without noticing.

Stupid. He thinks. I’m a stupid fucking idiot. Riki would choose Keiko over me any day.

He can’t believe he’s getting emotional at the thought of Riki not meaning anything he said the other day. He’s never really like like Riki… in that way.. so why was he so upset and frantic over such a little thing like this?

“Wonie?” Sunghoon rubs his eyes tiredly, eyebrows furrowed in concerned when he sees the leader shaking and eyes covered in tears. “Wonie, what’s wrong buddy?”

Jungwon shakes his head. No words come out, only tears falling from his eyes.

“Come here,” Sunghoon says, leading the boy to their couch, “hyung’s here.”

Park Sunghoon isn’t the best at comforting, but seeing the younger so upset makes his heart break. Sunghoon pats his back, using his other free hand to run his fingers through Jungwon’s hair.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Jungwon doesn’t shake or nod his head, just burying his head deeper into Sunghoon’s neck.

It doesn’t help that Sunghoon’s phone begins to ring, and the contact MC Partner (Y/N) <3 comes up.

⌇ author note. SORRY WONKI ENTHUSIASTS 😢 im rooting 4 them too,,, but it’s gonna take heartbreak to get there. hoon redemption arc fr guys 😹 still a little emo over wonki, I wrote this in the early morning who broke my heart omfg

SYNOPSIS: you and your little brother haven’t always been close; in fact, you would say you were more distant than regular siblings. You would think moving to a foreign country together would bring you closer—but Riki despised you ever since you picked SM over HYBE. Now, as rookies, you were placed on MC duty, and guess who’s your partner? Your little brother’s band mate!

☆、masterlist / previous / next

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[oddeonu-deactivated20221126]

⌇ TO MY: LOVER ❤️‍🩹 — if only I could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d ask him to swap our places.

“Get up,” Sunoo says as his eyes crinkled in disgust from the stench in the room, “Riki, it smells like death in here.”

Sunoo picks up a piece of discarded clothing Riki had worn earlier and dropped it quickly when the smell reached his nose. “Geez Riki, did you kill somebody?”

“Shut up Sunoo,” Riki mumbles under the endless amount of blankets that covered him.

“It’s Sunoo hyung to you!” He replies back sassily, “fine, I’ll leave your sad ass alone. But come out and eat dinner okay? At least eat dinner.”

Sunoo was concerned, but he knew Riki wouldn’t speak up about whatever clouded his mind—nor whatever happened yesterday night.

All Sunoo knew was he heard the dorm door open around 11pm, Sunghoon entering the house first and a female voice talking to him that sounded horrifyingly like the maknae’s girlfriend, Jang Keiko.

Kim Sunoo was getting worried for Riki when 12am hit, because where could the maknae could’ve gone? But his worries went away as soon as a creak is heard and a few sniffling sounds.

“Go to bed Riki, I’ll check up on you tomorrow okay?”

It was the sound of your voice, which didn’t surprise Sunoo. In fact, it made him happy, his heart leaping at joy knowing Riki had a support system which was you.

Even though Sunoo knows he should tell another member, maybe Jungwon or Heeseung because he knew they were both reliable—maybe even Jay, he keeps silent, because Sunoo is scared. Riki’s never shut him out like this before.

⌇ author note. I feel like I always say this but the nishimuras deserve better guys 😿😿 our baes. neway, surprise surprise? i actually posted another chapter after the last one was just released 😱 feeling motivational from yall inbox messages,, somebody even called me nini,, my heart🫀

SYNOPSIS: you and your little brother haven’t always been close; in fact, you would say you were more distant than regular siblings. You would think moving to a foreign country together would bring you closer—but Riki despised you ever since you picked SM over HYBE. Now, as rookies, you were placed on MC duty, and guess who’s your partner? Your little brother’s band mate!

☆、masterlist / previous / next

taglist ( is closed ! ) @02sjy @ferxanda @srjlvr @lachinitaaaa @i4cho @rasparagus @bubblytaetae @yeppeudau @rkiwai @enloveclub @yjwnoot @ahnneyong @articxari @shakycups @icywhatim @jiawji @ineedaherosavemeenow @nyfwyeonjun @aesunghoon @wtfhyuck @just-mars-writing @keewho @heavenforatlas @abdiitcryy @ja4hyvn @gu8ki @darrensos @afiaaaa19 @jangwonie @c9tnoos @junhaodni @bigtoewinwin @blu3ming-hoon @jeonsoyeonsbae @ohdudehesflirting @enhasengene @prettysunhwa @starzvrse @thisisnotjacinta @arizejkt19 @bestgirl-maddie @sunshine-skz @fairycheol @bearseulgs @wccycc @gyufxc @k1ttyl1x @only2jake @love-4-keum @enhacolor

[amakumos]

go figure! － thirteen ; sister metra train delete etc

SYNOPSIS being a popular actress, it’s common for you to be invited to reality shows. but when your company agrees for you to join a reality show where you’ll have to live with another celebrity for a month, you get paired up with the person you least expect to be partnered with. your partner just so happens to be park sunghoon, olympic figure skater - and also, your celebrity crush.

thirteen － sister metra train delete etc! previous ☆ next ♡ masterlist

authors note: hi everyone :) im back !!!! i missed u all sm ^_^ hopefully u guys didnt forget about go figure LMAOOO and i hope u enjoy this chapter !!! also chapters will be every other day starting from now, since ive started to b pretty busy lately T_T

GO FIGURE! a sunghoon smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining, figure skating au pairing: figure skater! sunghoon x actress! fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps, photos of kim minju will be used to visualise outfit / concepts for y/n! taglist is CLOSED!

[starjaeyun]

vlive confession — zero : "are you the cute girl from highschool?"

pervious. | masterlist | next.

summary : you used to have a crush on park sunghoon back in highschool and that didn't change even though you both were now idols who did not want dating scandals, so imagine the shock when during a vlive, park sunghoon confessed that he had a crush on you back in highschool

author's note : and here we go! finally starting to write this smau ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ i'm excited 😆 and yes, the fandom name for ethereal is 'faery' or 'faeryz' <3

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